In the evening <br />all the hours that weren't used <br />are emptied out <br />and the beggars are waiting to gather them up <br />to open them <br />to find the sun in each one <br />and teach it its beggar's name <br />and sing to it It is well <br />through the night <br /> <br />but each of us <br />has his own kingdom of pains <br />and has not yet found them all <br />and is sailing in search of them day and night <br />infallible undisputed unresting <br />filled with a dumb use <br />and its time <br />like a finger in a world without hands<br /><br />William Stanley Merwin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beggars-and-kings/
